This is a work of erotic fiction meant to be enjoyed by an adult audience.
“Richard Cumson!” the good-looking man greeted as he burst into the examination room with his trusty laptop, thrusting out a hand. “I’m Zak, Dr. Wheeler’s PA. I’ll be taking care of you today.”
Ricky was confused. Doc Cavanaugh had referred him to Wheeler, who was supposed to be nearly seventy years old. This guy could pass as his grandson!
“PA?” Ricky managed.
“Physician’s Assistant,” Zak explained as he plopped wide-legged into a swivel chair and placed his laptop on the small counter next to a sink. “I’m as qualified as the doctor. Just don’t have my MD. Yet. Working on it. Wheeler, the poor old guy, has taken a bad spell and is out of commission for a while. So I’m handling his cases in the meantime. No need to worry. I’ve reviewed the notes Dr. Cavanaugh forwarded and am familiar with your needs. You’re a very special young dude!”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Because of my---well, pussy.”
Cavanaugh certainly was correct about this one, Zak thought. Cute, muscled teen, but three quarts short in the brain department. How Doc Wheeler, the old pervert, would have loved examining this patient.
“Says here in your profile that you’re a high school Senior,” he said, pretending to ignore Ricky’s reply and reviewing the private notes on screen.
“Yes sir.”
Zak looked up from the laptop to smile at him. “Zak, please. What do you do in school?”
“Well, I’m captain of the wresting team. I play outfield in baseball----”
“Where in the outfield?”
“Usually left, but sometimes Coach puts me in center.”
“I used to play ball in high school,” Zak told him. “Tried in college, but it was interfering with my studies.”
“I also do b-ball and a little football,” Ricky boasted, instantly liking this guy. It seemed they had things in common. More than he would have had with old Doc Wheeler, although he still didn’t quite understand why Doc Cavanaugh had sent him to the Urologist.
“Any plans after you graduate?” Zak conversed as he interestedly read Cavanaugh’s recommendations for “treatment.”
Ricky shrugged his well-rounded shoulders. “Hopin’ for a sports scholarship. My grades ain’t all that good. Maybe go to a technical school. I dunno.”
“Now’s the time to figure it out, big guy,” Zak told him. “Trust me, that last year of high school goes by very quickly.” Ricky was wondering how long ago it had been for Zak. He figured him to be in his late twenties, at most early thirties. Good looking and dark complected, making Ricky think Italian, Spanish or maybe some Middle Eastern ancestry. Maybe even some Arab in there. He had brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes, thick and wavy medium-length hair, high cheekbones, a Cupid’s bow mouth with a heavy lower lip and what looked to be a permanent day’s growth of shadow above his lip, cheeks and jaw. Dressed in short-sleeved, loose-fitting scrubs it was still apparent he had a nice, trim build.
“So now, tell me,” the assistant said, slapping his thighs and turning away from the laptop, “I see Dr. Cavanaugh has made suggestions for you to follow. How’s that going?”
“Oh, I, um----”
“Don’t be nervous,” Zak reassured him by resting a hand on Ricky’s thigh. “Your file is totally confidential. What goes on in this room is between you and I.”
“It’s just that, um, I don’t really get what I’m doing here,” Ricky timidly told him. “Its, like, Dr. Cavanaugh examines my pussy once a month. Why do I need a Euro—Euro----"
“Urologist,” Zak finished for him. “You see, Ricky, we are all specialists. Dr. Cavanaugh is a Gynecologist. He handles pussies. Here we are Urologists. Our specialty is, in males, the penis, bladder and prostate. Now, I see that Cavanaugh has prescribed a good deal of fucking. Are you keeping up with that?”
Seeing the word come so easily from Zak’s pretty, pouting lips caused Ricky’s cock to stir. “Well, yeah, sure.”
“How many times a week?”
“A week? Well, Doc Cavanaugh said I should get fucked once a day and gang-banged once a week. But I do it more than that.”
Feigning professionalism Zak inquired, “How much more?”
“I get gang fucked pretty much every day. At least during the week. At school.”
“In the lavatory? Between classes, maybe?”
Ricky shook his head. “Well, mostly in gym class. In the showers.”
Zak smiled. “Ah, yes, I remember those school day in the showers. We all used to secretly check each other out to see how well developed we were compared to the others. Although we never had someone quite like you to consider. Your classmates must be very interested in what you have between your legs.”
Ricky smiled sheepishly. “Pretty much. They all want to fuck me. But Dr. Cavanaugh says that’s good for me. To keep my pussy in good working order, that is.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” Zak nodded. Boy, this kid really was gullible. “Tell you what, Champ. How about you get out of those clothes and let me take a look.”
“Sure,” Ricky eagerly responded. Toeing off his athletic shoes, he pulled off his shorts and briefs. His half-a-hard-on sprung out. Completing the strip, he also removed his t-shirt so that he was completely nude in front of the other man. Just as he did in Dr. Cavanaugh’s office. Perched close to the edge of the examination table he hugged his knees in close to his chest and revealed his prize.
Zak’s eyes flared. The kid really did have a pussy!! Reaching out, he ran his fingers along the sides of the slit and dipped the blunt tips within the fold. Nice and moist, just the way a pussy should be. Using his other hand he worked the labia open and moved in for a closer look. Holy crow, the boy had a clitoris on him that most women would envy! It was like a miniature penis. Zak ran two fingers over it and watched the boy shiver.
“It appears you’ve done a fine job of keeping your pussy in tip top shape,” he remarked. “How many have you had so far today?”
“It’s been a slow day,” Ricky admitted, somewhat enjoying having this guy admiring his pussy. “No group stuff. Coach wanted time for me all by himself.”
“Your Coach fucked you?” Zak asked with one raised brow as his hot breath washed over Ricky’s open cunt.
“Oh, yeah, Coach fucks me at least twice, sometimes three times a week.”
“Anyone else?”
“Just the Janitor. In his utility closet after school let out. Just before I came here. Like I said, it’s been a slow day.”
Zak, with the long fingers of pianist, slowly moving two in and out, massaging Ricky’s pretty pussy, asked, “How does this feel? Anything hurting you?”
Ricky sighed and licked his lips. “No, Zak. It feels good. Is it alright if I call you Zak? I mean, like you said, it’s not like you’re a real doctor.”
Zak smiled again. “Sure, you can call me Zak. Now tell me about this Janitor. Has he been taking care of your pussy for long?”
“Not that long,” Ricky revealed.
Zak shifted uncomfortably in his swivel chair. The more the kid talked the harder his dick was becoming. “But you’ve had a relationship with his man?”
“I guess you could so say. Although it’s not a real relationship. He just fucks me, is all. Otherwise, we don’t hang out or anything together.”
“How did you two become acquainted?”
“I’d seen him around school. I mean, you can’t miss him. He’s a big fella. Not tall, just big! He’s got arms the size of three men. He’s a Turk, speaks broken English and always looks like he’s pissed off about something. Olive skin, heavy brow and mean eyes. Real hairy. You can see tufts of it coming out the front and back collar of his coveralls. His name is Demir. It’s stitched on the breast of his uniform.” Having some Turkish blood coursing through his veins, Zak knew the type.
“It was just after winter break. Algebra had just let out and I was headed down the hall along with the crowd headed to my next class. Well, actually, it’s not much of a class. It’s study hall. And I don’t do much studying. All of a sudden, like out of nowhere, somebody grabs me, a hand the size of a baseball mitt covers my mouth and I get pulled into what I thought at first was a closet. It wasn’t. It was the Janitor’s Utility room. It’s small. Just enough to house his work supplies with a big sink for cleaning up.
“He slams the door shut behind us, grabs me by the hair with one hand to turn me around to face him and shoves a big, hairy forearm against my throat. Like I said, this dude is big and I’m a little scared. ‘I hear you got pussy,’ he says in a voice so deep it sounds like its coming from Hell. By now pretty much everybody in school knows my situation. Word gets around, you know? While I’ve got a pussy, I certainly am not a pussy. But I’m not about to wrestle with this guy in such a confined space. Especially since he’s probably got over a hundred pounds on me.”
“No, I would think not,” Zak cut in, attempting to look somewhat professional and not as interested in the boy’s tale as he really was. He now had his thumb on Ricky’s marvel of a clit, working it as he casually fucked his fingers through the warm pussy.
“So, I tell him that yeah, I have a pussy. ‘I want you pussy,’ he gruffly tells me. I haven’t been fucked yet today so I figure, why not? Doc Cavanaugh would be pissed to find I hadn’t taken advantage of the situation. So I told him sure, but that he had to let go of me. He gave me a stern look, a reminder that he could easily snap me in two. Well, maybe not so easily. I’m pretty tough, for a kid with a pussy. Anyways, he finally lets up on me. Freed, I undo my pants, kick them free from my sneakered feet and do the same with my briefs. Turning away from him, I have one foot planted on the floor and I cock the knee of the other leg up on the rim of the wash basin, thrusting my butt out at him.
“He puts his hand on me. Did I mention how big his hands are? The fat finger, twice the size of one of yours, finds my asshole. Wrong spot, bucko. But then he reaches further under me and discovers my wet, dripping pussy. ‘You do got pussy,’ he acknowledges it, a little surprise in his voice as he fondles it. He slides two dirty-nailed fingers in, which is the equivalent of the average man’s cock. Satisfied, I guess, that I’ve got the goods, he unhands me. I hear the snaps of his coveralls being unfastened and look over my shoulder as he undresses. His chest is big and extremely hairy. So is his belly. Crap, I might as well just say that he’s like a Papa Bear, hairy all over. I can’t very well see his cock, but I figure that it’s out.”
“Yes, Turks are fairly hairy,” Zak agreed, thinking about his own hairy legs, pecs and the bush he needed to trim twice a week. “And they can be extremely aggressive.”
“You’re not kiddin’!” Ricky continued, “He puts one gigantic paw on my shoulder, the other on the hip of the leg that’s up on the basin and I feel the knob graze against my pussy lips. With a long, low growl he penetrates me. Holy shit! It feels like a third arm forcing its way into me. His dick is as big as the rest of him. I try to cry out but all of a sudden he’s clamping a hand over my mouth.”
Zak swallowed hard, aching to release his throbbing hard-on from the confines of his scrubs. This is the kind of tale I guy could easily jerk off to. Removing his fingers he used the palm of his hand to rub the outer surface of Ricky’s pouting pussy.
“He wasn’t going easy on me. He was shoving the whole thing in. All the way until I felt his thick bush up against my twat lips. My pussy started squirting like crazy all around his monster. I thought for sure I might pass out right then and there. But I didn’t. I’m a tough guy. I can take just about anything.”
“I’m sure you can,” Zak breathed huskily. Cripes, it was getting hot in this room! He could feel beads of perspiration popping out on his forehead. “So, to clarify, you squirt seminal fluid from your pussy?”
“Huh?” Ricky looked dumbfounded. “Oh, cumming, you mean! Sure! I cum from my pussy and my dick.”
“Amazing.” Zak shook his head accordingly. Lucky Doc Cavanaugh had a real find with this particular patient. “Ricky, while I’m very interested in your pussy, it appears that Dr. Cavanaugh is monitoring your condition quite well. You have a fine, healthy pussy. However, as explained earlier, my job is attending to the health of your penis. While I conduct my exam you can continue with your story. I’m assuming the Turk fucked you then.”
“Boy, did he ever!” Ricky gushed. “He slammed the breath out of me! It was like he was punishing me for being a bad boy. I wasn’t sure my pussy could handle such rough treatment. But the more he pounded me, the more I got used to it. It still hurt, but it hurt kinda good, if you know what I mean.”
“Pleasure can be derived from pain,” Zak agreed, beginning his examination of the teen’s privates by fondling his ball sac. By comparison, it was much smaller than most, the orbs no larger than the size of an acorn. Zak had doubts they could ever produce enough semen to procreate. Sadly, nature had robbed the boy in this department so as to allow another more fascinating deviation. While still massaging his clitoris, Zak rolled the nuts between his fingers and observed Ricky’s response. It was as he suspected. The boy’s body undulated and his eyelids dreamily fluttered. “So you liked the big hairy Turk fucking you?” Zak encouraged a continuation of the encounter.
“Fuck, yeah!” Ricky exclaimed. “I mean, at first it was rough but then it got so much better. It’s like that every time Demir takes my pussy. At first I’m gritting my teeth and practically crying, but then something comes over me and I’m really into it. I can’t imagine what would happen if he tried to fit it in my asshole. I’d probably pass the fuck out!”
Zak’s eyes flared. “Have you ever taken a dick in your rectum?”
Ricky appeared sheepish. “Well, sometimes. Some of the guys in the showers get carried away and they shove it in there. Can’t imagine why they want to fuck my asshole when I’ve got a nice, juicy pussy they can have. Doc Cavanaugh says it’s okay for me to get my ass fucked, though. So, I know it’s kinda gay, but I let them have it if’n they want.”
“Anal stimulation can be very rewarding,” Zack offered. “Since you get butt fucked, however, we need to also examine there.”
“Oh, okay,” Ricky replied uncertainly.
“I’m going to need you to lay down and pull your legs back as far as you can,” Zak instructed him. Ricky, always eager to respond to coaching, did as instructed. Falling back on the cushioned table he brought his thighs back and down to either side of him, holding them in place just under the kneecaps with his elbows. Zak fought not to whimper at the delectable sight. Along with being an athlete, the teen must also excel in gymnastics. There he lay, spread out before the physician’s assistant like a turkey at the center of the Thanksgiving table, just waiting to be eaten. All his goods were there for the taking: pussy, asshole, cock and balls. The tip of Zak’s tongue poked out from between his lips and swiped across the upper.
“We need to lubricate you in preparation for the examination,” Zak explained. “Please, tell me what happened next with your Janitor friend.” Opting for natural lube rather than sterile goop Zak moved in on the gorgeous piece of ass. With his face close to the target he deeply inhaled the intoxicating teen spirit, his own cock now ramrod stiff under his scrubs. His tongue swiped once, twice and three times up Ricky’s wide open teen trench.
Ricky shuddered. “Oh, fuck, Zak! Nobody’s ever licked me there before. My pussy, sure. But not my butt hole! Wow!” As Zak made the target area nice and slick with saliva, pausing now and then to tickle the tight bung, Ricky continued his tale.
“There’s really not much more to tell. About Demir, I mean. He pounded my pussy until it was numb. Then he grabbed me by the hips, shoved it as deep as it would go and fired his bullets. Bam! Bam! Bam! They pelted way up there in my puss. When he pulled it out I had this weird feeling of emptiness, not just in my pussy but my entire body. I already was missing it. I reached back there to feel myself, half expecting to find a wide open hole, but my pussy was back to its normal self again. Demir growled to me that he was gonna take me whenever he wanted me. Shit, I wasn’t about to object. He’s been doin’ it at least once a week ever since. While school is in session, that is.”
By now Zak had worked his talented tongue inside Ricky’s hole. Ricky squirmed as he wormed it around, lubing him with drool. “Damn, Zak! That feels so good. I didn’t know my asshole could feel like that.”
Zak backed off, ran his tongue over his full lips to clean up and told him, “That’s just the preliminary. Now I’m going to inspect your prostate. To make sure it’s healthy.”
“My what?”
“Prostate. It’s a small sex gland located in your rectum. You’ll know once I’ve found it.”
“Oh, o-okay,” the boy replied uncertainly. Damn if Zak didn’t look downright sexy with his face glistening with ass juice.
Zak stuck a middle finger into his mouth, making it nice and wet and brought it to Ricky’s winking hole. “I see from Dr. Cavanaugh’s notes of your last visit that he has also recommended semen therapy,” he said as he worked the digit into Ricky’s anus. Palm up, long finger curved upward, he easily went in.
Ricky wriggled at the initial breaching of his hole. “Semen therapy?” he questioned.
Zak smirked. How he loved these dumb jocks and the opportunities he had to work on them. “Cum,” he explained. “Semen is cum.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” Ricky said excitedly. “Gosh, I never knew that eating cum builds up your muscles. Or that that’s how all the body builders are so, well, built.”
“Is that what Doctor Cavanaugh told you?” Zak moved his finger around inside the boy, searching.
“Yeah. I learn more from Doc Cavanaugh than any of them teachers at school.”
“I’m sure you do,” Zak responded with a sardonic grin. “And how is your semen---I mean cum therapy going?”
“Pretty good. It’s not something I can do every day. I mean, with my pussy therapy and all. But once a week I down about half a dozen loads. Didn’t like the taste of it at first. But I’ve gotten used to it. Hey, long as it helps me get more built, it’s worth it.” Then, “WOW!” he shouted as his body jerked. “What was that?”
“That’s your prostate gland,” Zak replied, having located the elusive knot. “It’s like the clitoris in your pussy. Massaging it can make you cum.”
“Oh, jeez! Is that what I’m feeling when I’m getting fucked up the ass?”
“Indeed,” Zak replied, working the nub with the tip of his finger. Ricky was really squirming around on the table. His dick and tit nubs were rock hard. Zak reached out and wrapped a hand around the teen tool and slowly jerked it as he diddled with the prostate. “Everything appears to be in good working order here. But I’m going to give you some massage therapy.”
Ricky chewed on his lower lip. “Oh, yeah, Zak. That feels real good.”
Zak’s thick brow furrowed. “You say you swallow half a dozen loads a week, but it’s not a daily thing. Please explain.”
“Well, you see, that’s not somethin’ I could do at school with the guys, you know what I mean? Training my pussy is one thing, but getting them to cum in my mouth is another. Cripes, if I did that they’d really think I was queer. But then I remembered hearing some dudes talking about a bookstore over on the bad side of town where anybody could stick their dick through a hole in the wall and get sucked. And the cool thing is that you never knew who was on the other side doin’ the sucking.
“Glory holes,” Zak clarified.
“Huh? Yeah, well, I guess those guys are in their glory. Anyways, I worked up the nerve to drive down there one day. It was about five o’clock, I’d say. Most people were getting off of work. After parking I kept walking up and down that block past the place kind of unsure of what I was doing. Finally, I just stopped being a pussy and marched right in. Holy shit! It was like no bookstore I ever was in. There was all kinds of sex things in there, rubber dicks, dirty magazines, movies and all kinds of stuff I’ve never seen before. There were three other guys in there checkin’ out the merchandise. And me.
“I’m not even gonna lie. I was nervous. Big high school jock and I’m nervous. Go figure. I was about to mosey on over to the back figurin’ that’s where the holes must be when this big ugly guy behind the counter calls me over. He was about forty-something, I guessed. Baldy head except for the sides which were all stickin’ out like bed-head, jowly unshaved face and a big gut hangin’ over his pants. Chewin’ on the end of a cigar he asks me how old I am. So I told him. When I also told him my doctor said I needed to eat lots of cum and I’d heard about the holes his eyes near popped out of his head. His flabby jaw dropped. And so did the cigar.
“He, like, motions me over with one greasy finger as if he’s gonna tell me a secret. I didn’t want to get too close cos this guy looked like a slob, but I leaned a little over the counter. He told me to be careful ‘cos there’s guys back there would like to eat me up. Well, I’m a tough jock and I ain’t scared of no one. So I dashed to the back where it said “viewing booths” above a shabby, stained curtain. I pushed it aside and there was a hallway, not very long with about four doors on the one side. I took the second one and stepped into this cubicle with a little monitor mounted on the wall and not much else. The walls to each side of me had these circular holes cut out right there at a normal man’s crotch level. So this must be where they did it!
“Wasn’t long before I heard the door to my left, the first booth, open and shut. Curious, I hunkered down so as to see through the hole. It was kinda dark so I couldn’t see much except for this man popping coins into the monitor. Pretty soon a dirty movie came on. I couldn’t see if but I could hear a girl moaning and doing all kinds of sex talk. Couldn’t figure why guys throw money in machines to see this stuff when you can watch it for free on the ‘net.
“He steps up to the hole I’m looking through and I backed off a little. I never done this kind of thing before and I was a little nervous, ya know? Anyhow, his crotch is right there at eye level and he’s unzipping. Pretty soon his cock comes right through the opening. He’s got a semi, but its rising fast. At first I didn’t know what to do. So I took it in my hand and treated it like I treat my own when I’m jerking off. It quickly got bigger and bigger. Felt kinda weird having another dude’s dick in my hand. I know what it’s like handling mine, but it’s a whole different thing jerking somebody else.
“I spit a huge wad on it and he seemed to like that, because he thrust closer into the hole. I just did it to make jerking his dick slicker, but I guess it felt good for him. All’s I cared about was getting him to cum so I could get some of that muscle building cream. I was guessin’ he had about seven inches of meat stickin’ through that---what did you call it---glory hole. I could feel his heartbeat through it, cos it was throbbin’ so much. Couldn’t help but wonder which of those guys I saw in the bookstore it belonged to. Two of them were in suits, like businessmen just off work while the other was an average Joe. Didn’t matter who it was, really. All I needed was his cum.
“The more I stroked him the more worked up he got. Finally I heard him say ‘suck it, kid’. That’s not somethin’ I ever thought of doin’ before. But, I figured if I was going to get myself a lot of cum---to build up my body, you know---I had to get this guy’s load fast. So I could move on to the next. And the next. I swallowed hard, buildin’ up the courage to actually do it. Didn’t really know what to expect so I decided to take a taste first. My face was so close to his cock now that I could smell it. I rolled out my tongue and took a quick lick of the head. The cock did this excited little jump. Since it didn’t taste all that bad I took a second lick, then a third. I still had my mitt wrapped around the shaft and was stroking it as I tongued the head. It started oozing some clear goo. I recognized that from when I got excited. I lapped up that pre-cum while the stranger is telling me to take it in my mouth.”
Zak saw that Ricky’s cock was doing the same as the anonymous glory hole stranger’s had. But this boy was leaking copious amounts. Zak followed his cue and licked up the tasty discharge. “Yeah, Zak. That’s how I done it. Just like that. Fuck, that feels so good. I never had anybody lick my dickhead before.”
Zak smacked his lips, allowing the seminal fluids to marinate in his mouth. “Big, handsome athlete like you and none of the girls, or guys, ever went down on you?”
“N-nuh, no,” Ricky replied sheepishly.
“A young man your age needs to be drained regularly,” Zak goaded him. “Jerking off isn’t enough. You must have someone suck the cum out of you. We’ll take care of that in today’s exam.”
“O-okay, Zak. But, like, are you sure?”
“It’s what Dr. Wheeler would have done if he was here.” And, thankfully for Zak, he wasn’t. Zak went back to work on Ricky’s sensitive bulb, taking the entire thing into the cavern of his mouth and sucking on it while he manipulated the teen’s clit.
“That’s what I did in that viewing booth. Just like what you’re doing. Only, you do it better, Zak. A whole lot better! I was just a beginner. But I’ve gotten better. I think. Like any sport, the more you train, the better you become. That’s how I thought of it. As a sport. If I was gonna suck cock I was gonna be excellent at it. This guy kept telling me to watch the teeth. I don’t know what he expected me to do with them. It’s not like I could take them out. But I learned how to do it without nipping him. Pretty soon I had over half of it in my face. That leaky knob was hitting the back of my mouth. I knew I couldn’t swallow any more. Not then, at least. But I been practicing at home with bananas and I can take ‘em all the way down my throat now.”
Zak delightfully groaned as his lips ate their way down Ricky’s teen dick. “I held it there, running my tongue all over and around its surface. And then he started shoving back and forth. He was fucking my mouth.” Zak imitated the scenario by bobbing up and down on Ricky’s seven inches.
“At first he was just going at it at maybe medium speed. But then he put some oomph into it and started really slamming into my mouth. I just held it open letting him do whatever he wanted. And hoping nobody came into the booth and saw me, a high school jock, with a dick in my mouth. Jeez, I don’t need that getting all over school!
“After a time he started making all sorts of funny sounds and next thing I know he’s shooting off in my mouth. Gotta tell you, Zak, I was all excited. I was getting my first muscle building load! I didn’t even take time to taste it. I just started gulping the stuff down, filling myself up with all those vitamins. He musta shot about four or five times. But I wanted more. Doc Cavanaugh said I had to get a real lot in order for it to work. I squeezed that cock with my lips, trying to get every last drop.
“And then he was pulling out, even though I was trying to hold him in. But, he was no good to me anymore anyhow. I’d gotten what I needed from him. He said a hoarse ‘thanks, kid’ and then the dick was gone and I heard him leave his side of the booth.
“There was a thump from behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see another dick sticking out of the hole in the wall on the other side. I scrambled over to it, took it right into my mouth and started sucking. This one was shorter than the last, but it was chunkier. I didn’t really care about the size of the dick, anyhow. What it shot out is what I needed. I could take the whole thing into my mouth. And I did. But this guy didn’t fuck my mouth like the last. He just stayed still. Well, sorta still. So I fucked him with my mouth. I slammed my face so hard against that partition I thought I might break my nose. He musta been real excited because he shot off in no time at all. Once again, I ate every bit of it. Careful not to lose a precious drop.”
Zak was going up and down on Ricky’s prick, giving him expert head. This jock had the perfect cock for sucking. Wasn’t too big (although Zak, who’d been taught the fine art of cocksucking during his college days, could have handled a few more inches) nor was it embarrassingly small. It was arched just right and had enough girth to keep any cock sucker happy. At eighteen, a hot boy like Ricky should have them waiting in line to service his meat. It was up to Zak to show him just how good it could be. This kid was a prize: hot cock and sweet pussy all in one naive package. Old as he was, Dr. Wheeler would have eaten this boy up by now. Especially when he’d heard Ricky’s true confessions.
“Oooh, man, Zak! You do that real good,” Ricky gushed. “It’s just about as good as when my pussy gets eaten. I’m real glad Doc Cavanaugh sent me here.
“So, let’s see. Where was I? Oh yeah, the guy with the shortie came and I whoofed it all down. For it bein’ my first time, I was really getting the hang of it. Soon as he pulled back I looked to the first hole and there was already another cock sticking through waiting for some relief. I don’t know how long it had been there. I was too busy sucking off that other dude to notice. He was rarin’ to go, judging by the way a string of that pre-cum stuff was hanging from his piss hole. I stretched out my tongue and let it drip right on it.” Then, with a quizzical frown, “I wonder if pre-cum is as good for you as the real thing. Do you think so, Zak?” Zak just nodded his head, garbled an indistinguishable response and continued eating Ricky’s prick.
“Whoever this guy was, he had one longer than the other guys, but thinner. I don’t mean pencil-thin, but it wasn’t as plump. I figured I might be able to get this one all the way down without much of a problem. Except that when I tried I started gagging. ‘What’re you, kid, some kind of amateur?’ he grumbled. First off, how did he know I was a “kid”, which I really wasn’t because I was eighteen. Was the word out that there was a high school jock sucking for cum in the viewing booths? Actually, that would have been a good thing because then I’d get more healthy cum.
“Anyhow, eventually, after a few more tries, I successfully got that dick all the way down there. My nose was nestled right there in his sweaty-smelling bush. And he had a real dense ginger bush! Didn’t recall seeing no redhead when I came into the shop, so he must have arrived while I was working on the other two. Maybe they told him I was sucking for cum and that’s why he came back.
“My head was bobbing back and forth on my neck, fucking my face with the full length of that dick. Hearing movement from the other side I chanced a look and saw, yup, you guessed it, another cock impatiently waiting at that hole. Jeez, they were coming one after the other to deposit their load. I started sucking on this guy even more frantically and pretty soon he was shooting his jizz. My lips were plastered right up against his groin while he came. I decided I sorta liked getting my protein this way, because I couldn’t even taste it when it was spurting directly down to my belly.
“Soon as he was drained I dropped him like a used rag and crawled on my knees over to the other hole. This dude had a chunky piece with these mean-looking veins all over it and a big fuckin’ head. Swear it must have been the size of a plum. I stroked it a little bit just to get it primed. Them veins really started bulging. I was thinkin’ maybe I should be a little scared of this one. But I’m an athlete---a competitor---so I rose to the challenge. Raising my chin I got beneath it and started licking up the underside of the beast starting at its hairy base. My tongue ran along the heavily veined shaft until I got to that extra-large snout. Its fat lips had parted and they were drooling with that clear man-juice. I coated my tongue with the stuff before taking the head into my mouth.
“There was no way that knob was getting down my throat so I just crammed as much of that dick as I could into my face hole and sucked like mad on it while my fist flew up and down the remaining inches. The guy musta liked it because he kept hollerin’ things like ‘suck it, bitch’, and ‘hot cocksucker’, and ‘eat my meat’, and stuff like that. He had a real deep manly voice. Sorta like my Uncle Freddie.”
Zak choked and came off the boy’s cock. “Uncle Freddie?”
“Yeah, he’s a ex-con, but that’s another story. I already told it to Doc Cavanaugh.” As Ricky resumed his glory hole revelations Zak went back to sucking his dick. The lascivious thought of the teen making it with his blood uncle had Zak even more highly aroused. He worked to undo his scrubs, hauled out his rigid cock and stroked it as he sucked, visions of Ricky and his uncle going through his head.
“I was workin’ this dude real good when all of a sudden he says he wants my boy-pussy. Well, I couldn’t figure out how he knew I had a pussy. I mean, it’s not like he could see me. Or knew who I was. At least I don’t think he did. But the idea of that fat cockhead fucking my leaking pussy sounded good to me. Even though I wanted to eat his load. So I got up, dropped my drawers and turned to back my puss up to the hole. That’s when I saw that yet another dick was poking through the hole right in front of me.
“Have you ever been in a viewing booth?” Zak nodded in the affirmative. Although recently engaged to Melissa Carraway, he would never lose the hunger for cock. “Well, then you know the space is pretty cramped in there. It was easy for me to push my pussy against the one hole and let big cockhead plow me while going down on the other. Once his dick sunk in the dude gasped, ‘Fuck, you really do have a pussy!’ Well, like, yeah. He started fucking me like a madman while I devoured the dick of the new guy.
“I was right. That cock felt awesome charging up my puss. He was real fuckin’ excited and banging me like a cheap whore. The other guy had an alright cock. Nothing special. But I was more concerned with what it would produce. Like a vampire to blood, I needed cum. I sucked him for all my worth while giving up my pussy to the other. It’s gotten so that I’m pretty good at judging when a dude is going to unload, so when I felt it swelling in my pussy I quick spit out the one guy, spun around and capped my lips around the dick of the other so’s he could shoot in my mouth.
“He came a lot. I mean, a lot! It was like striking oil. Cripes, there must have been at least seven strong spurts. There was so much I could barely keep up with it. But I didn’t want to lose one precious drop. I gulped and gulped until I was certain I had drained him. He fell back, gasping ‘Holy fuck!’. I guess he liked it. But by then I was back to the other dude. Gotta keep my customer satisfied, ya know?
“I sucked him ‘til he shot. His was a bit disappointing. Only about two shots. He musta just got off earlier and hadn’t recharged. Didn’t matter. Every little bit helps. I guess.
“Lookin’ at my watch I saw I was way late for dinner. Surprised Mom hadn’t hit my phone up. A few minutes passed by without any donors. I was about to give up when I detected the sound of a door opening. I turned to that hole and waited expectantly. An ugly cock appeared. Not really ugly, just different. It had all this skin covering its head. I had never seen one like that before. Curiously I reached out to take hold of the already half-hard piece and peeled the skin back, uncovering the head. Some crumbly stuff fell out. I leaned forward to sniff the head and scrunched up my nose. It smelt like milk that had soured.
“’Go on and suck it. I gotta get back up front’ came a gruff voice. Up front? I didn’t know what he was talkin’ about. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to put this unclean dick in my mouth. The one thing I was sure of, though, was the need for another load. Ya know the feeling when you had too much to eat? Well, I wasn’t there yet. I could take a few more loads. The more cum, the more muscle mass I’d gain. Cripes, if I really spent a whole afternoon or evening at it I’d be lookin’ like a body builder in no time!
“So I just kind of talked myself into it. I mean, how bad could it be? Well, it was pretty bad. His dick tasted as nasty as it smelt. But once I got all that cheesy crumbly stuff washed off it was okay. And I kinda liked playing with that sheath. Was like I was a little kid at Christmas with a new toy. I pulled that skin up over the head again, held it there and dipped my tongue inside to tickle his pisser. For a slob he had a pretty big cock. Fat, too. Good thing because he must have had a really big gut, also, that kept him from getting all the way up against the wall.
“This guy def had hygiene issues ‘cos his tangled and wiry bush smelt like pee and somethin’ else nasty. But I sucked on that meat like it was the best cock in the whole darned world. I got most of it in my mouth. And what I couldn’t get in, I licked. If only he cleaned hisself up I wouldn’t have minded him fuckin’ my pussy with that dick. But right now I was more concerned with his man juice.
“Welp, eventually he started moanin’ and groanin’, huffin’ and puffin’. ‘Ah, shit, kid. You’re gonna make me cum!” Well, duh. That was the point, wasn’t it? Some folks just ain’t too smart.” At that point Zak was reminded of the story about the pot and the kettle.
“All of a sudden he shoves himself as far as he can to the wall. I thought he was gonna come right through it. His dick belches and out shoots a powerful blast that pounds the back of my mouth. And it keeps on coming. I wonder how many weeks it’s been since he got off. He’s got a shitload of cum stored up. He might be a skank but with him I sure hit the mother load. And it don’t taste bad, neither. Actually its pretty good. Or else I’ve just gotten used to the taste of cum. I actually gushed around in my mouth before I swallow it all down.
“He waited ‘til I cleaned his meat up before he pulled back. But he didn’t leave. He hunkered down, puts his eye to the hole and said, ‘You give good head for a kid. You’ll be good for business. You come around any time you want. If I’m not here, tell whoever’s in charge that Bernie said to let you work the holes.’ I wasn’t understanding at first. Sometimes I’m a little slow. But then I realized this guy I just did was that cigar smoking troll who was running the place!
“And when I am workin’, you’re not leavin’ until you take care of me,” he added. I was thinkin’ of tellin’ him he ought to wash up first, but I figured I’d better not. Besides, once I started doing him I forgot all about it. And he sure did shoot a huge load. That’s what I came for, after all.
"About that time I was thinkin’ I’d better get home when another customer put his meat through a hole. This one was dark. Not as dark as my teammate Damien, who is black. I figured this guy to be Spanish. Probably Puerto Rican, ‘cos there’s a lot that live in this part of town. I was startin’ to feel kind of full but figured, heck, one more’s not going to hurt. ‘’Ay, dios mio, Papi!’ he moaned when I got going on him. Yup, a PR. After he fed me a spicy load I got myself together and out of there, even though another cock was sticking through the wall. Ya just gotta stop sometime.
“I swear I could feel my muscles growing. This stuff really does work, I thought. I gave a nod to the proprietor, who shot me back a wink, and got myself out of there. By the time I got home it was way past dinner time. Mom had saved a plate for me but I told her I had eaten and that I was full. I ran up to my room, stripped down and checked out my body, Yup, sure enough, my arms looked like they were a bit bigger.”
“Damn, Zak. Between me talkin’ about this and you sucking my dick like that, I’m about to cum! Oh fuck, YEAH! HERE IT COMES! TAKE MY LOAD, ZAK!” EEEEEEEOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!
His tight teen ass rose off the table as he ejaculated, filling Zak’s working mouth with cum. Zak sucked and swallowed greedily. This patient was truly a prize. No way did he want to share him with Doc Wheeler. Hopefully the old fuck wouldn’t return to work for quite a while. Zak could take care of business. He was working toward his MD, after all.
Once Ricky had been drained Zak rose, freed himself of his scrubs and crawled atop the boy. Ricky instantly lifted and spread his thighs, assuming fuck position. “Yeah, fuck me, Zak!” he invited in his deep teen jock voice. Zak sunk right into that warm, moist pussy and fucked like a madman. It was so fucking good! Much better than Melissa’s. After hearing the kid’s lurid tale it didn’t take him long before he reached the point of ejaculation. Tearing his dick from the boy’s pussy he crawled up higher, pointed his dick at Ricky’s open mouth and fired away. Ricky caught every precious blast and swallowed it all.
“Gee, Zak, thanks for the load,” he said later as they both were dressing. “Headed over to the bookstore. Now I only need five more for today.”
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